Author: LottieMcKnight
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Superstitious Nonsense
Had some fun with this… This piece was inspired by the above photo prompt at Creative Writing Ink Tammy’s Cakes are renowned across the State, not only for taste, but also good luck. There are even rumours that the words she writes on each cake will come true, which of course is all superstition, but it’s…
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To Be Continued…
Everyone is buzzing in the office this morning as I arrive, coat folded over my arm. ‘Did you see it Lou?’ Chelsea squeals from across the room as I make my way to my desk. ‘Yes. But seriously, I can’t believe they are going to make us wait another week to find out…
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A touch of sunlight
This is an extract from my novel, which I thought worked well for the ‘place and setting’ prompt. Clara finally stood up, wiped her eyes and went to stand on the decking to breathe in the cool lake air. It was early, the sun rise still in effect; her eyes alight as she watched the…
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Suitcases
Homework: Flash Fiction piece of no more than 150 words, including a suitcase.I came up with this story. It was my first attempt at flash fiction, and I quite enjoyed the limited word count. This has gone horribly wrong… I try to breathe silently, but I can hear my heartbeat like it is pressed up…
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Prisoner of the ‘shade’
This is my second attempt at Flash Fiction. We were given ‘shade’ as a prompt and another 150 word limit. I wanted to write about a girl who was allergic to sunlight; focusing on her desperation to escape her life, to find normality somehow, somewhere, even if short-lived. I belong in the shadows, a bleak…
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Nightmare of storms
Prompt was ‘landscape and emotions’, so I chose a photograph (similar to the one above) and came up with the idea below. Parts of this story are based on true events: We had been climbing – Via Ferrata – in the Dolomites, Italy, and when the heavens opened, the speed at which the ground became…
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Childhood memories
The fields behind our old house in Shurton, Somerset, hold many memories: Poo-stick bridge, the sledging hill and the Log (an old barn full of hay bales where we use to play). To accompany our walks, my sister Lou would make up amazing imaginary stories – where the four of us were destined to save…
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Chase
I loved incorporating a plethora of ‘sounds’ in this piece of homework.The idea came from something I had recently written in my novel, but this flash fiction story is a lot more dramatic, with a twist at the end. A dog howls, its whine cruel and unearthly. They cannot be far behind. I gasp for…
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Leaving no footprints
The prompt for this homework was ‘senses’. I decided to write in the second person, so the reader is in the room, living the words on the page, and experience as it unfolds… I really enjoyed writing this! It is impossible not to marvel at the grandeur of the hall as you step through the…
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Whistle poised
The prompt was ‘travel’ and I wanted to create a snapshot of a scene on a train. The idea was to leave the reader wondering what had happened to the girl, and why she was running away… and also, where she was going…I am tempted to develop this into a story… jumping back into the…
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Walk In Special
She steps cautiously along the overgrown street, the familiarity niggling in her chest. Swaths of ivy strangle the brickwork, waterfalls of sunset orange and reds cascading down the walls, against the deepening velvet blue sky. Paving slabs lie broken and displaced below her feet, whilst weeds now flourish in their place. It is an end…
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Red
This is one of the first pieces I wrote on the beginners creative writing course. We had to choose a colour and write it into a story. I chose red because it is such an expressive colour, roses, lips, blood…I drove through the woods on the way home after college that night, and saw two…
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In my sister’s memory…
We were given the prompt ‘winter’ in June! So it was a nice challenge to get into a winter mindset in the of summer.The idea came from a swing that used to hang over the stream, beside the Kilve Beach car park in Somerset. I had recently been looking at footage of my niece and…
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Escape
Poetry is’t my thing. But enjoying a challenge, I decided to give it a go. When we were set the task of writing non-rhyming poetry, I opted for an acrostic style, giving me some structure to work with – first letter of each sentence to form ESCAPE.I have no idea if this can even be…
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Spider’s Opus
Laced between the branches hung clusters of spider webs, dew drops glistening in suspended animation along the delicate and intricate silky threads. The spiders now lie in wait at the fringe of their opus, rebuilding their silk gland stores after a night’s work of meticulous weaving. Ever hopeful for their catch of the day. This…